you are hiding between my bones
and swirling through my veins,
waiting for the opportunity
to turn me into someone
incapable of speaking for myself.
you aim to control me,
like a marionette doll that dances
at the every command of her master.
but I refuse to submit to you.
I refuse to fit into a box
far too small for me.
I will pluck my bones
one by one
from my fragile skeleton
and cut out my blood-filled veins.
it may destroy me.
my body may fail me.
I may never be the same again.
but it's the price
that I'm more than willing to pay
to finally rid my system of you.
YOU ARE READING
calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
